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I’m not even embarrassed that I’m begging to be spanked and fucked. There’s no room for embarrassment between Jude and me. I want everything he wants to give me. There’s nothing he could do that I won’t eagerly beg for more of.
He smacks his hand down on my ass in rapid-fire spanks. I cry out with each swat. They both hurt, and yet somehow don’t at the same time. He switches back and forth between my cheeks, alternating his spanks between hard and fast and softer teasing ones. I can’t anticipate where he will strike next, if it’ll be hard enough to sting or just a love tap that teases.
My pussy is dripping down my thighs with how turned on I am. I want his cock so bad, yet I don’t want him to stop spanking me either. I’m a mess of arousal and need. The confusing juxtaposition between pain and pleasure is keeping me on edge in the best possible way. It’s both arousing and torturous. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be possible, but I think I could actually orgasm just from him spanking me. Pain shouldn’t feel this good.
“Your pussy is drenched. I think you’re enjoying your spanking a little too much,” he growls.
“S-sorry,” I whine.
“Don’t be sorry, babygirl. I love that you love spankings. Turning your ass red is going to be my new favorite hobby. I’m going to spank you so often you’ll have a permanently red ass. Every time you sit down, your pussy will get hot remember how I spanked and fucked you.”
“Oh God,” I moan. I totally shouldn’t like the sound of that, but I do. God, I do.
The spanking stops, and he kneads my ass with his big hands. The pain somehow sinks deeper, making me moan. His hands leave me, and I whimper because I don’t want him to stop. It feels too good. Without warning, he slaps my pussy. I cry out in surprise at the sharp sting. I don’t have time to register what he’s done before he spanks my pussy again.
On the third slap, I come undone. I was so on edge from my spanking that there was no holding back, even if I wanted to. My clit aches from the sharp sting, but it hurts so damn good. My pussy clenches, gushing from my climax. I’m still in the throes of orgasm when Jude slams into me. His thick cock stretches me to an almost painful degree, adding that edge I love.
He fucks me hard and fast, grunting and groaning as my pussy spasms around him. I’m not sure if I’m coming a second time or if I never stopped because it’s just wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure. Just when I think it can’t get any better and that I’ve reached the height of my pleasure, Jude reaches around and pinches my clit. I scream when I’m thrown into a more powerful release than before. His fingers rub maddening circles around my clit, keeping me there on the brink of madness.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…” I sob out incoherently.
Jude’s thrusts lose their rhythm, and I know he’s close. His hands grip my hips so tightly I’m going to have bruises. It only makes me crave more. He finally gives in to his need, burying himself so deep inside me it aches. I moan when I feel his cock jerk and his hot seed spurt inside me. I grind back against him, loving the twinge of pain from him being almost too deep. Every throb of his cock sends a shiver through my body. Feeling him come inside me is so intimate, and I can’t imagine it any other way. Even though it’s crazy, I never want him any other way. Him filling me is maybe more satisfying than all the orgasms he’s given me.
When his orgasm finally dies down, he collapses on top of me, pushing me down to the mattress. He’s holding himself on his elbows so he isn’t crushing me, but the feel of his weight on me is perfect. The only thing that would make it better is if I could wrap myself around his body while he has me pinned to the mattress underneath him. Next time.
Once he’s caught his breath, he slips from between my legs and stands. I pout at the loss of both his cock inside me and the heat of his body along my back. I hear running water, then he’s back, gently cleaning my thighs and swollen pussy. He climbs into bed and pulls me onto his chest. I snuggle in, letting the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.
ten
WINTER
I slowly slidefrom sleep to wakefulness and stretch my sore body. It’s the day before Christmas Eve, and the fourth morning I’ve woken up in Jude’s big, soft bed. As usual, I’m curled around his pillow, cocooned in warm blankets. I haven’t slept so well in my whole life. It’s not just the comfortable mattress and warm blankets; it’s the fact that it’s Jude’s. I feel safe and cared for in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m comfortable here. I feel free for the first time in my life.
I stay in bed a while longer just reflecting on the last week. It seems impossible for one’s life to change so drastically in such a short amount of time, but it has. I wouldn’t change anything, either. We haven’t really discussed it, but Jude has basically moved me into his house. I was slightly mad when his personal assistant showed up the day after our trip to the mall with dozens of bags of clothes and shoes.
Everything I tried on, touched, or vaguely showed interest in filled those bags. I gave Jude a piece of my mind, but he just shrugged and reminded me that I’m his to spoil. When I tried to argue that I didn’t need him to spend his money on me, he tossed me over his shoulder, carried me back to bed, and spoiled me in a whole other way.
He cleared out half his closet and emptied several drawers in his dresser and bathroom to make room for all my things. I lost that argument, too. So now all my new clothes and toiletries live side-by-side with his. I can’t say I hate it either. I haven’t mentioned my apartment since the day after he brought me to his house. He told me he was handling it and I decided to let him. Now I’m dreading bringing it up so I’m avoiding it altogether.
I don’t want to go back to that apartment, back to being alone. I want to stay here with my Daddy always. I’ve become addicted to him. Even now, I want to go to him. He’s not here, though. He had meetings he couldn’t put off any longer and wanted to be able to completely block out any and all work over the holiday. It’s a good thing because I need to go shopping for some Christmas gifts.
I’ve never bought a Christmas present before, so I’m a little overwhelmed. I want to get Jude the perfect thing, but I have no idea what to get him. He’s got loads of money and can buy anything he wants. My bank account is significantly smaller, and I don’t feel like I’ll be able to buy anything worthy of him. And don’t get me started on buying something for his mother.
Jude told me not to worry that the gifts he bought were from both of us, but I know his mom won’t see it that way. I don’t see it that way. I don’t really know much about her except that she is dedicated to her family. Even though her husband died a long time ago she’s never once dated or shown any interest in moving on. She’s devoted and loves Jude in a way that shamefully makes me jealous. I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like to have a mom like her instead of the shitty one I had.
Though if my life had started out any differently, I wouldn’t have met Jude, and I wouldn’t be here right now. Things always work out how they are meant to, and I wouldn’t change it now, even if I could. All my hardships brought me to him and I’m right where I want to be.
I take a quick shower, then dress in a warm sweater and leggings, along with the butter-soft leather boots that I love. I find a sweet note from Jude on the kitchen counter that tells me breakfast is in the fridge. He made me an omelet and sausage links. I warm the plate in the microwave and pour a cup of coffee. Jude stocked his fridge and cabinets with all my favorite foods, including chocolate caramel creamer.
I haven’t eaten so well in years. If I’m not careful I will gain a hundred pounds before the new year. He loves feeding me and taking care of me so I don’t complain. I will have to take up jogging or join a gym or something, though. Not that I’ll mention that to him. Talking bad about myself, even if it’s true, isn’t allowed. I got my first non-sexy spanking over calling myself stupid for helping Charles and losing the job at Lawrence Tech to him. He wouldn’t have gotten the job without me doing most of his work for him.
Jude disagreed and spanked my ass until it was on fire for trying to say it was my fault for being stupid. It’s the only time a spanking didn’t end in amazing orgasms. It also proved that not all spankings are created equally. It still made my pussy wet, but it also made me cry like a baby. Once he was done, Jude held me on his lap and softly told me to let it out. He told me how wonderful and brilliant I am and how stupid Lawrence Tech was for not seeing that. When my tears dried up, I felt cleansed. It was exactly what I needed, and once again, Jude had known.
I eat breakfast, finish my coffee, and then wash my dirty dishes. I find my new phone—another gift from Jude when he realized how old and unreliable my phone was. The fact that the battery didn’t last a whole day made him beyond angry. I didn’t even protest when he handed me a brand-new purple iPhone in a sparkly case. He’s very adamant about my safety, and being unable to make a call when I need to isn’t safe.
I unlock the phone, smiling when Jude’s handsome face fills the screen. I snapped this picture without him knowing. I was reading on my phone when I realized he was watching me with this look of pure love and adoration. I quickly opened the camera app and snapped the picture. It’s the perfect reminder whenever I start to doubt the permanence of our relationship that he’s as in this as I am.
I pull up the texting app to let Jude know I’m leaving without bugging him while he’s working. He said I can call him anytime, no matter what he’s doing and that he always has time for me, but I don’t like the thought of interrupting his work. Texting is a good enough compromise.
